It all began 18 years ago, when at the ripe age of 5 I asked for a kitten. “Dad, please?!” I remember begging. I drew pictures of this imaginary black cat, named Phoebe, who I decided I would own and love. One day my dad and mom told me we were going Christmas shopping at the mall, but instead they had planned to surprise me & bring me to some old lady’s house who was giving away kittens. She brought out Phoebe – he was small but not exactly a kitten, friendly but not exactly excited to see us, and ready to go to a good home but not exactly sure what that meant for him. In his eyes, he probably thought – great, an over zealous 5 year old who won’t stop picking him me up is going to bring me home. But my eyes were filled with joy – I finally got my “Phoebe”, a black cat. He was no longer imaginary, he was mine

Phoebe was a great cat and went on to live for 18 years. Throughout those years he comforted me through sickness and in health, in good moods and in bad, & in the midst of my teenage heartbreaks & tough times

He may have had a girls name (which my dad always joked confused him) but overall I couldn’t have asked for a better family pet. My brother nicknamed him “Paul”, because he didn’t think Phoebe fit him. For my brother, “Paul” was a cat who was there for him from the very day we brought him home from the hospital. My brother would dress him up in football helmets, holiday garb, basketball jerseys and more. They would head butt and lay next to each other always. He loved that cat and Phoebe loved him

Phoebes favorite things were Christmas ornaments, wrapping paper and bows, cheese, wet food, treats, mice & his family. We loved him dearly and will miss him everyday. He will live on in our hearts & our memories. RIP

“If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, For this — the last battle — can’t be won. You will be sad I understand, But don’t let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn’t want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend, Only, stay with me till the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don’t grieve that it must be you Who has to decide this thing to do; We’ve been so close — we two — these years, Don’t let your heart hold any tears <3







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